Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-01-28
Stories Of Labor Leaders.

From the New York Sun. .=$ !. 3 .sz .ss
General Master Workman Pc wderly
is not at all The ideal man OF power
He is g. bundle of nerves and they
stick out all over him. He is inlpul
sive and it doesn't take much to make
him fly into q passion, He wouldn't
kill afly, willingly, yet sometimes in
fits OF transportation he dances about
and talks like the blood.thirstiest oil
men. And it amuses his associates
to hear him, for they know that he is
as timid as a woman about fire arms,
and wouldn't know how to fire p,s.
toll If he had one. So one day when
something had gone wrong he jumped
up and skipped about the room,
shouting: II wish L had q pistol.
would shoot the son of gun" TIC
which the stolid Bailey replied: "You
wouldn' know whether pistol was
loaded from the handle or the muzzle,
Terry" "Well, I'd like to blow him
up all the same" Terry replied. "That
you are perfectly capable OF doing II
said Bailey, "with your tongue. y
Half an hour later Terry had blown
his man up, and the knight didn't
seem to show it, for he was smiling
and SHIPPING with Poverty as pleasant
as q clerk to pretty customer.
Powderly despises whiskey from
principle, but he abhors tobacco from
constitutional reasons. When tn,
Executive Committee meets to tall
with him the members are very care
full TO take their guilds from thei,
mouths. The Master Workman
nostrils are as acute as q tobacco
hating wife's. Hayes uses no bacco;
but Bailey and Turner quit smoking
when they saw how distasteful it was
to' Powderly. Barry, however, who
has a good deal of obstinacy in his ma.
ture, simply compromised by leaving
his cigar behind him when he met
with Powderly. One day, however,
he took an unlighted cigar into the
room. Powderly was particularly
nervous thatday, and, though up to
his ears in exciting business, began
pretty soon to puff and frown and be
tray Annoyance. ".Aha, 1T is you be
shrieked at last, getting up and dane.
ing about the room. "But I amt
smoking it., Terry" said Barry. 81
don't care; I'd just as soon see g. man
with junk ofbrimstone in his mouth
as one of those Internal things" Bar.
ry laughed and put the cigar away
out of the room.
Hayes hates tobacco as badly as
Powderly. Hayes owes his promi.
nence IN the body to his grit. Some
years ago he fell of a car on which he
was serving as brakeman, near Rah.
way. The car passed over his right
arm. Hayes picked up the arm with
his left and coolly walked to the Rah.
way. station, where he tainted from
loss of blood. When he came to there
were lot of people standing about
him proposing all things, doing moth.
ing, and Hayes said it made him mad.
So he shouted, "Why in,. something
or other, don't you tie a cord about
the stump? Don't you see am bleed.
ing to death?" They took him to
his home in New Brunswick; he lay
down and held out the stump for the
surgeons knife, and five days ate,
got up and went to a. barber to get
shaved. In month he was busy
learning telesraphing with his left
hand, He also learned to write q
clear, distinct hand with his left,
'"rhat was grit, " said Bailey, one day
while telling the story in Hayes pres
ence. 'Nonsense, it was nothing but
common sense. What would you
have me do? Lie down and die?.
Hayes answered. -